[Episode 43274] [Episode 43274]Bending only at the waist, she reached down for the wooden club at her feet, wiggling her derrierre invitingly. She didn't know why, but for some reason, she knew that emphasizing the posterior was the way to go while in this outfit. While in that provocative position, Akane looked briefly around the room, unconsciously scanning the racks of clothes in case a mate was hiding behind there. Wiggling her bottom some more, she made soft cooing sounds of invitation that she would have been mortified to know she was doing if she was in her right mind. The costume, however, was doing something to her on a subconscious level. The primal, animalistic urges that were always suppressed were being somehow let loose and the primitive brain, the one that controls the base emotions, such as anger, passion, fear, and joy, was getting a chance to take control over the higher brain that normally ruled homo sapiens.
As Akane's fingers wrapped around the end of the primitive tool, a jolt of electricity ran through her arm. It was just like her trusty mallet, but at a deeper, more primal level. She grunted as she lifted the heavy thing up and swung it a few times, feeling deep satisfaction in the motion of arm and hand and club. She caught it in her other hand and gasped at the feeling. The free hand began running along the length of her club-sama, caressing it, getting to know the feel of it. She explored the round head, learning the bumps and ridges and drew her hand farther down the shaft to meet with her other hand. Breathing heavily, Akane leaned over and kissed the top of the club, drawing it to her, cradling it against her breasts. She half-dropped, half-fell to the floor in a daze as she drew the handle closer to the place that was longing to be filled.
As the tentacle monster dejectedly returned to the dark passageway from whence it came, a relieved sigh fell unanimously across the room.
Nabiki looked at her older sister with an odd twitch to one eye. "Poor tentacle monster. Right, oneechan. You know, I think I need to keep a closer eye on you when we get back home."
Kasumi just smiled her smile of the vacant.
Akane lay on the stone floor for the dungeon room, satisfied and sweaty. She stood up slowly, shakily, her breathing returning to normal, but her body still overheated, both from her exertions and her outfit. She had no idea that it was the outfit that was causing most of these senations, including her newfound closeness to her club. There would be no hammerspace with this baby, she wasn't going to let it away from her.
Swaying her hips provocatively, Akane began to search for an exit to the room, her desire sated for the moment, her reasoning and faculties returned to her. Soon her primitive brain would take over again and want the one thing that she had been denied for so long, and if she couldn't find a mate, her club would do the job until she did. And do it and do it and do it....
The door she had come in was a one-way entrance, so when it shut, the wall sealed up as if it had never existed. Using her club as a weapon of war, not of love, Akane bashed through the racks of unused clothing only to find the plain dressed stone wall. Bringing her arm back for a mighty swing, the cavegirl's now sensitive nose picked up her scent on the club as it was drawn back past her face. She almost dropped it in eagerness to continue her previous ministrations, but her desire to leave the confining room was more important and she brought her arm down in a mighty blow meant to shatter stone.
Back in the Pool Room, the various members of the party were doing their best to edge along wall to get to the door Akane had gone through. As they got about halfway there, a rumbling sound came from below, causing several people to lose their balance.
"Earthquake!"
"Maybe it's another monster!"
"Oh my, do you think it might be?"
"Stop sounding so hopeful, Oneechan!"
Ukyo and Shampoo, who were having a silent fight along the ledge over who got to walk next to Ranma, were unaware of the shouting. The first thing they noticed was their lack of verticality. The second thing they noticed was their increase in horizontality. Still clutching each other, they looked around and saw they were in a sea of green.
"AAAAAHHHH!!!"
"Aiyah! Stupid Spatula Girl! What you go and do now, knocking me off ledge!" Shampoo lifted an arm to whallop Ukyo, but noticed that it was quickly becoming more and more bare. "Ack!"
"Me? You were the one who started the whole thing, sugar! This is all your fault!"
They continued to bicker and argue until Ukyo picked up a handful of jello. "Oh yeah? Well take that." And with a well-placed smack, Shampoo had a face full of jello.
"Oh, you get it now." With a loud schlorp-ing sound, Shampoo jumped as much as she could out of the jello and tackled Ukyo.
Nabiki stopped her progress and began to watch the wrestling, noting that neither girl had seemed to realize yet that the jello had already dissolved their clothing. "Oh, this'll be good. Now why don't I have a camera at times like this?" She pulled out a bag of chips and began to enjoy the entertainment.
When the dust cleared, Akane nearly screamed in rage and frustration. Nary a dent had been made in the wall, and her arm was throbbing. She whirled around, looking for another spot to bash, her body tingling from the exercise and raw animal strength she was using. She began to pant again in both exertion and excitement. Swing after swing fell on the wall, which stayed remarkably intact. Her primitive mind was again beginning its drive to claim a mate when she heard a dull rumbling sound from the other side of the wall.
What was that? Akane's head whipped around and she fell into a half-crouch, her club gripped comfortably in her right hand.
A small explosion blew part of the dungeon wall away. "Bakusai Tenketsu!" Staggering into the room, covered in dust and stone chips, Ryouga looked up and said confusedly, "This isn't Lake Ashi." Turning around, he saw a room littered with bits of costumes and broken rocks. "Gee, did I do that?" Immediately, that thought was pushed out by the ever-present mantra running through the Lost Boy's head. "Ranma! This is all your fau-urk!"
THUD
Akane smiled. Her club had not failed her, and she hadn't even needed to sneak up on him, he was so self-absorbed. Well, he was going to be absorbed in something else very soon. The cavegirl smiled wolfishy, petted her club and reached down to grab a fistful of her unconscious soon-to-be mate's hair. She enjoyed running her fingers through his raven locks briefly, but quickly got a grip and began to drag him towards the exit he had so kindly provided them.
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